Moore awoke in a hospital bed, and heard a faint beeping to the side of him. He groaned in sickness as he tried to sit up, rubbing his forehead. Looking down, he sees what he has every other time he has awoken in a hospital bed. His army green shirt, and camo pants. There are bandages wrapped around his right thigh, as well as his left arm. He brings his arm in front of him and inspects it.
"Ah, Mr. Moore, you're finally awake! How was your rest?" He hears. Looking to his right, he sees Nurse Redheart smiling and writing something on a clipboard. He looks around the room, trying to regain his sense. The last thing he had remembered was his name being called. After that, he had blacked out. Looking back over to the nurse, he saw her bringing him some food.
"How long was I out?" He asked as she placed the food on a small tray next to his bed. The Nurse shrugged.
"Not entirely sure. The attack force searched around for what they said was hours before they found you." She said. Moore nodded and laid down. He stared at the ceiling, not sure what to think. Mercuito was dead. At least, he remembered seeing him fall dead, but was that just a hallucination? There was no way he could be sure. He sighed and turned his head over to the tray the nurse had given him. On it was two apples and a glass with what looked like orange juice. Cautiously, he grabs an apple and inspects it.
"I know it's not exactly fine dining, but we wanted to make sure you were able to eat any solid foods at all before we gave you anything larger." Nurse Redheart explained as she checked on his heart beat monitor. Moore just held the apple in front of him for a while before he took a bite. He wasn't exactly hungry right now, but he figured he could take a bite of one of the apples just to be polite. The nurse said that there were people here to see him, and if it was alright they be sent in. Moore nodded and placed the apple on the tray as he sat up in the bed. He leaned forward slightly and placed his hands on his knees, looking over to the floor. Carefully, he shifted his weight and placed his feet on the floor. Using his palms, he pushed himself up out of the bed. He stumbled for a second, but managed to keep his balance.
"Hey John. Good to see you're alright." He hears. Looking to the left, he sees Jack standing there with Fluttershy, both of them smiling. Jack walks up and gives him a pat on the shoulder.
"You did it John. You killed him." He says with a smile. Moore smiled as well. So it hadn't been a hallucination. He really had ended that psychopath's life. It was finally over. Mercuito, the demon that had killed millions of ponies over thousands of years, was dead. Equestria was free of his plague forever. He heard the door open, and looked over, seeing the rest of his team and the other ponies walk in. Twilight ran up and gave him a hug, which he returned.
"I'm so glad you're okay." She said. Moore pulled away and stroked her mane as he stood. Each of the ponies took their turns saying how happy they were to see him awake, and his men did the same. Looking over to Newell, he saw her wiping her hands with a rag, which had black stains on it.
"What happened after he was killed? Did the Chaos Bringers retreat?" He asked. Newell chuckled and shook her head.
"They didn't even get the chance. About the second you killed that Mercuito guy, they just vanished. They tried to stay and fight, but they couldn't." She said as she tossed the rag onto the bed he had been resting on.
"Without their leader and creator, they had nothing that could keep them connected to this place. That's why they disappeared. They seemed to be in pain as they started to fade away. It was kind of amusing to watch." Frank said as he gave Rarity's head a quick pat, then stood to face the Staff Sergeant. His face looked scarred, with a severe cut along his eyebrow stretching to the top of his lip. Moore ignored it and considered it nothing more than a scar he had obtained in the battle. Frank came to his front, then smiled.
"Nice work out there sir. Must have been a heck of a fight with all that stuff down there." He said. Moore chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
"You have no idea..." He said as he placed one arm on his hip. Looking over to Rarity, he saw her looking unbelievably excited. Even more so than she should be, some thing else must have been going on for her to be that excited. Moore rose his eyebrow, and asked why she had such a large smile on her face. Frank turned around as well, and crossed his arms as he observed the mare. Rarity, looked around the room, then leaped with excitement as she gave her news. The Gala was on, and she was going to make clothing for everyone. The ponies all talked excitedly, but his men couldn't be more confused.
"The what?" Jacob asked as he looked over to Moore. Moore sighed and placed his hand to his forehead. He knew exactly what Rarity was talking about. That dance she had mentioned not long after he had first arrived. He mumbled under his breath, then crossed his arms as he blew air into the air.
"Hope you boys like dancing."